Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui pretended to be calm and waited for the result. He knew that he made this decision impulsively, so he brought all his belongings here without thinking, and he also brought the canned food that Yin Zihan bought for Song Tiantian.

He's not used to being too close to people, and nothing good will happen, but he wants to try, at worst, it will save the monthly expenses, after all, he has nothing to lose.

For fear of scaring the young man who had finally let go of his guard, He Shanting suppressed the idea of ​​forcibly hugging him, bent down and met the young man's beautiful eyes.

"You don't have to be likable." He stretched out his hands to hold the boy's upturned face, "Because I like most of your flaws, it's not something to be ashamed of—"

"That's unique to you."

Song Zui's eyesight was poor in the dark, he couldn't see anything, he could only feel his face being gently pinched by the other party, his heartbeat resounded in the silent environment, and he couldn't cover it no matter what.

A Ting has many sides, a picky and difficult side, a moody side, but every time he is down, he is always a gentle side, he doesn't need to say anything to understand.

The bloody scar seemed to be gently smoothed by these hands, and the man asked in a firm voice, "So why would I not want it?"

In the future, this word has a sense of lingering time, which makes Song Zui feel that he has a home, although it is not a big house, it is just a small rental house.

He subconsciously responded, and the man let go of his hand only after receiving an affirmative answer.

Song Zui was about to stand up from the ground, but his legs felt numb after sitting for a long time, so he could only sit for a while, and the other party raised his eyes slightly: "You want me to hug you if you don't get up?"

Before he had time to refute, the other party's hand landed on his thin waist and he said contentedly: "Then it will be as you wish."

He couldn't imagine being carried into the door like a baby, and he immediately stood up from the ground enduring the numbness in his legs, and rushed in when the man opened the door.

When he walked into the house, he realized that something was missing. He turned around and saw Song Tiantian dragging his suitcase and trying to walk towards the door.

Perhaps because he didn't want to live in the same room with someone, Song Tiantian's big eyes were filled with despair. If cats could cry, they would definitely cry with snot and tears.

Song Zui smiled helplessly, and carried the luggage and Song Tiantian in from outside the door. He opened the suitcase on the floor of the living room, and put the things in the room by category.

He has always been very meticulous in tidying up, and it didn't take long to tidy it up. However, he suddenly realized a problem. Although it was a two-bedroom room, there was only one bed, and the other room was empty.

He stared at the bed in silence at the door of the bedroom, and began to think about whether the dormitory auntie would open the door for him when he returned to school at this time. He turned his head and glanced at the clock on the wall.

Most likely it won't open.

Song Zui had never been so troublesome, even in the competition and examination room he was calm and composed, but he stared blankly at the only bed and the only quilt, it was impossible for him to sleep in Song Tiantian's cat bed.

He Shanting walked into the room and saw the boy who was just like an owl, he picked up the boy and walked to the bathroom: "Take a shower before going to sleep."

Song Zui: ......... not this question

Because of the other party's misunderstanding, he had to take a shower early in the bathroom, and there were sea salt-scented body wash and clean towels on the bracket in the bathroom.

He took off his clothes and rinsed under the shower, revealing his flat stomach and looming abdominal muscles. He had a very beautiful and healthy figure, but he was a bit thin.

Because of the high water temperature, his fair skin is like a thin powder, with a beauty between a teenager and an adult. His skin is as soft as water, but he has a pair of indifferent eyes.

Song Zui turned off the shower after taking a shower, and was about to put on his clothes when he remembered that he was thrown into the bathroom and didn't even have time to get a piece of clothes.

He saw that the clothes in the dirty laundry basket couldn't get out of his hands, and after a tangled battle between heaven and man, he had no choice but to knock on the bathroom door.

first sound.

did not hear it.

Second sound.

Still haven't heard.

The figure of the other party finally appeared by the door at the third sound, and he bit the bullet and asked for help: "You didn't bring me the clothes just now."

The man let out a groan, as if he had gone to his room to get his clothes, Song Zui heaved a sigh of relief, and stood by the door to relax and wait.

"This is my problem." He Shanting took the clothes to the door and raised his eyebrows, "I'll come in and bring them to you."

Song Zui, who was naked inside the door, almost choked, even if he didn't choke, it was not much better than choking, his whole face was either hot or shy.

His hands reacted faster than his brain, and he pressed against the doorknob. Fortunately, the other party didn't insist anymore, and handed him the folded light-colored pajamas through the crack of the door.

Holding the soft and warm fabric, he took a deep breath and quickly changed into his pajamas. There were still drops of water on his neck.

A thin layer of mist was also condensed on the bathroom door, and He Shanting could just see from outside the door that the graceful young man pulled up the loose pajamas to the lower abdomen, hooked around a thin waist, as if he could hold it with one hand.

Originally holding the mentality of teasing a child, his Adam's apple rolled unnoticed, and suddenly he felt that he had done it to himself.

Song Zui walked out of the bathroom with the dirty clothes in his arms. He went to the balcony to wash the clothes and hang them on the line. When he passed the bedroom, the man was half lying on the bed reading a book.

He paused in his footsteps, lowered his sense of existence as much as possible, and walked lightly onto the bed, occupying a small space on the bed.

Let's sleep like this today.

Go to bed tomorrow.

He leaned on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes. After a day of negotiating, he should have fallen asleep easily, but he could smell the smell of the people around him, which smelled like sea salt and the dampness of the sea breeze.

He was inexplicably unable to fall asleep, as if something slowly crawled through his heart, it was neither painful nor anesthetized but itchy, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look at it.

The young man simply covered himself with a quilt to sleep, blocking out the smell, he slowly became sleepy, his eyelids were too heavy to open, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

His breathing gradually became shallow, like a kitten breathing evenly. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly lifted the quilt he had covered with a hand.

He woke up immediately: "What's wrong?"

He thought it was something important, but the other party just rolled his eyes and said, "Good night."

Other people's good night is said in a warm voice before going to bed, and the other party's good night is to catch him who is about to fall asleep and say it when he thinks of it. There is no warmth at all, only a deep desire to cry without tears.

Song Zui suddenly didn't know if he made the right decision to move here from school, but he was so sleepy that he didn't have the energy to think about it. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, his curly hair relaxed and drooped on his forehead and fell asleep again.

The disturbed boy's sleep was still dark after falling asleep, He Shanting stretched out his hand to smooth the boy's slightly wrinkled brow, followed by his scarred eyes, and finally his watery lips.

His hand fell on the soft lips, and the sleeping boy thought it was Swiss sugar that was holding his fingers, and he stretched his hand deeper until the boy couldn't help spitting it out, and rational tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

There was liquid on He Shanting's fingertips. He lowered his head and licked his index finger. He restrained his dangerous thoughts for a moment and walked out of the bedroom. Wrapped in a blanket, he slept on the sofa, drank water and took a pill.

Officer Wu has worked in criminal investigation for 20 years, and it is his lifelong regret not to bring Song Zui to justice. From the details of the conversation, he keenly noticed the close relationship between He Shanting and Song Zui.

Dossier materials emerged in his mind, if he remembered correctly, the He family had a secret residence in the southwest, which happened to be near the place where Song Zui disappeared three years ago.

He didn't know why He Shanting, who was supposed to study abroad, went to the remote southwest, but the two probably knew each other earlier, long before Xu Ning brought Song Zui back to the Shanghai stock market.

Officer Wu was about to go to the police station when he suddenly received a call from his superior: "Pack up your things and prepare to be transferred tomorrow."